Graffiti

Chapter 1

I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my backpack which was filled with spray paint. I ran out the door, it was a chilly night in London. I ran until I came to my favorite place in the world, my wall. Covered in my art, "Finally.." I whispered to myself. I took my backpack off and pulled out a can of black spray paint. I looked at the wall and there was not only my art, but other art drawn perfectly on my drawings, not ruining them but making them better. I looked at the drawing, "Wow.." I whispered to myself. At the bottom of the drawing there was a signed name, Zayn. I smiled to myself, whoever Zayn was he was good. I took the cap off the can of spray paint that was still in my hand and started to draw. Once I was done, I signed my name Raya.I grabbed my things and started walking home. Once I got home I grabbed my keys out of my pocket, I avoided talking to my mum and her stupid alcoholic boyfriend. As I was walking upstairs to my bedroom my mum called me, "Raya darling, come here for a second." "Ugh!" I mumbled to myself. "Yeah?" I said walking into the living room. "Here is some money, can you go to the store and get me..." I knew what she was going to say. So before she could finish I answered with a fake smile, "Yep sure mum." "I knew you would my darling." she replied. I grabbed the money and left the house. I walked to the nearby gas station. "Hello Raya, the usual sweetie?" asked the lady at the counter. "You know it.." I replied back. I grabbed a candy bar, my favorite kind considering my mum gave me more money than usual. "Here you go honey.. how are things at home?" asked Sam. "Same as always." I said putting the candy bar on the counter. "So not getting any better?" she asked. "No, mum has a boyfriend now.. So nope its not any better.." I said handing her the money she needed for the alcohol and my candy bar. "Well there you go Raya, have a good night sweetie.." she said. "Thanks Sam, you too." I said with a smile walking out of the store.

*Zayn's POV*

I was walking through London, looking for a place to graffiti. Until I came across a wall, a wall covered in beautiful art, it needed a little work, but it was beautiful. I sat my backpack down, and grabbed a can of green spray paint, shook it and took off the cap. I looked at the picture that was spray painted carefully on the middle of the building. "Beautiful.." I whispered touching the top of it. I wanted to add to it, so I started drawing around the already made drawing, once I was finished I signed my name, Zayn. I looked at the drawing again and smiled. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the time, 11:30.. I should get going home. I looked at the artwork one more time, picked up my backpack and started walking home. My phone started ringing, it was my mum. "Hello." I answered. "Zayn, sweetheart where are you? Its late." she asked me. "I'm on my way home now mum, I just went down the street.." I said. "Okay sweetie, be careful alright.. Lock the door when you get home. Love you." "Okay mum.. Love you too." I answered back. I got home and opened the gate, I walked inside, took my shoes off, and locked the door. My dad is a well known doctor in London, so I would say we aren't poor. I walked up the stairs and into my room, I sat my backpack down and curled up in my bed to go to sleep.

(AN: Any feedback? it will get better I promise)

*Raya's POV*

That night I went home, and my mum was asleep on the couch. Her boyfriend was awake sitting at the kitchen table. "About time you got here." He said to me. I rolled my eyes and sat the alcohol on the table. I hurriedly walked up the stairs and into my small bedroom. I've tried to customize it as much as I could but its hard when you have little to no money. I have a job, but

 I have to pay for school, I go to university for art. I get good grades but I don't know how I will get through it all due to money issues, but I'll try. Anyways enough about money, I don't have any siblings, I mean I do but they live with my dad and they're not really biological siblings, I mean they're my dads but not my moms. I haven't seen my dad in years sense he left. When he did my mom got into alcohol and found her jerk boyfriend. Enough about me. I better go to sleep, I have school tomorrow.

*Zayn's POV*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. "Ugh." I mumbled climbing out of bed. I have to get ready for university. I grab some clothes and get in the shower. Afterwards I go downstairs and pour myself a bowl of cereal. "Good morning Zayn." my dad says walking into the kitchen. "Hey dad." I say back. "You know I'd love it if you changed your subject in school from art to medical, you know you can change subjects.." he said looking at me. I shook my head, "Dad, I'm sorry but I don't want to be a doctor, I want to be an artist, what don't you get about that?" "Yeah.. but don't you think being a doctor is a better, more logical choice for a career?" he asked me. I can't help but roll my eyes. All he ever cares about is himself. "You know dad, I have 3 sisters that could be doctors.. don't worry about me." I say putting my bowl in the sink. I go upstairs into my bathroom and brush my teeth, I spray some cologne on and put on deodorant. I grab my Nike's and slip them on. I go back downstairs and grab my car keys. "I gotta go dad, see you later." I say. "Bye Zayn." he replies back. I throw my bookbag in the back seat, get in, and drive to school.